I, The God Of The Flood And Desolate Rivers, Control The Long River Of Time

Maybe the people in the village, and some conscience, buried the three of them together.

Xiaowei, he still had some thoughts at that time, so he could see what the people in the village did after they died.

But he gradually felt that his own power was getting weaker and weaker, and he could only leave a few kilometers around the tomb.

Suddenly one day, a Taoist priest came here.

But Xiaowei knew that he was not a very powerful person, but he was invited by the people in the village.

At that time, Xiaowei hated the people in the village very much, so he used a little of his own power to scare him away by pretending to be a ghost.

Who knew that when he escaped, he left behind a small bottle, which seemed to be the blood of some animal, which was red.

Xiaowei couldn't touch everything at that time, but he could touch the small bottle.

He was only eight years old at the time, and he had no experience in any human affairs.

Confused, he drank the contents of the bottle.

Then he fell asleep, and slept for a long time.

After waking up, he seemed to be alive again, but it was different from the previous world.

He lost his six senses and could not feel the beautiful things in this world.

But this did not affect his revenge, so his plan began.

"What kind of animal blood is it?"

In fact, the old bagpiper probably had a guess in his heart, but he didn't say it.

"I don't know what kind of animal blood it is, but I feel that the power of that blood is very powerful.

"Can you feel where that blood is in your body?"

Xiaowei closed his eyes and felt it carefully.

"No, I can't feel where it is."

The old bagpiper knew why, because Xiaowei had never cultivated and didn't know how to use those spells.

"Dantian, feel it carefully.

But Xiaowei actually didn't know where Dantian was.

The old bagpipe saw it, but he didn't understand it at all.

"Well, don't move, let me feel it on you."

Xiaowei, although he didn't understand what he was doing, still didn't move.

The hand of the old bagpipe turned into the shape of a hall, and swam around Xiaowei's body from head to toe.

It wasn't until I walked a second time that I realized that the blood was actually in Dantian's place.

…for flowers…………

Sure enough, it was Phoenix Spirit Blood.

The legendary Phoenix was reborn from ashes, and this Phoenix's spiritual blood is not available to anyone.

Xiaowei died in the fire, so naturally he can use Phoenix's spirit blood.

Perhaps it was the power of the Phoenix spirit blood that allowed him to create this enchantment.

The old bagpiper wanted to extract the Phoenix spirit blood from Xiaowei's body and put it into Wei Ning's body.

But it seems that it is not an easy thing to extract, the first thing to guarantee is Xiaowei's life.

He is now living a second time, and he definitely doesn't want to lose his life, but it doesn't make sense for him to live like this now.

After all, he can't feel any beauty in this world, and his eyes have been blinded by hatred.

"The blood is not any ordinary animal blood, it is the blood of the Phoenix mythical beast.

"Phoenix?"

Xiaowei was really surprised, he didn't expect that he would be so lucky. He drank the blood of an animal casually, and it turned out to be Phoenix's.

"I vaguely seem to have heard of this thing." Fan,

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